Quotes About Appreciation

Full many a glorious morning have I seen.

Down on your knees,And thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.

Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks.

I thank you for your voices, thank you,Your most sweet voices.

It adds a precious seeing to the eye.

For it so falls outThat what we have we prize not to the worthWhiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost,Why, then we rack the value, then we findThe virtue that possession would not show usWhiles it was ours.

Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,With what I most enjoy contented least;Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,Haply I think on thee.

Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated.

Sweets grown common lose their dear delight.

A Daniel, still say I; a second Daniel!I thank thee, Jew, for teaching me that word.

I have seen better faces in my timeThan stands on any shoulder that I seeBefore me at this instant.

Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.

The proper means of increasing the love we bear our native country is to reside some time in a foreign one.

Love in the Country We live like this: no one but some of the owls awake, and of them only near ones really awake. In the rain yesterday, puddles on the walk to the barn sounded their quick little drinks. The edge of the haymow, all soaked in moonlight, dreams out there like silver music. Are there farms like this where no one likes to live? And the sky going everywhere? While the earth breaks the soft horizon eastward, we study how to deserve what has already been given us

I embrace emerging experience. I participate in discovery. I am a butterfly. I am not a butterfly collector. I want the experience of the butterfly.

When a goat likes a book, the whole book is gone, and the meaning has to go find an author again. - The Trouble With Reading

Why did the world go on being so beautiful in spite of the ugliness he had experienced? The lake was beautiful, serenely beautiful. The forest was beautiful, greenly beautiful. Lake and forest, the whole shimmering world was painfully beautiful. He loved this world, but he was too hurt to enjoy it.

The man who counts his blessings will not have time to count his enemies.

Do not say, since He blessed us before we knew Him, He will again, irrespective of whether we bless him or not. This is a great mistake: He blessed us before we knew it in order that we might rise up to bless Him. He has shown His love towards us because He wants us to return it, which response on our part, apparently, is his greatest desire.

Art is the effort to appreciate and express the God who is its Beauty.

If there is a single lesson I have learned, it is this: in life, we are destined to lose many things. That is the nature of life. Never mind. Just don't lose the present. Nothing is worth it.

I used to believe that gratitude for life came from being happy, but I have come to realize that the reverse is also true, perhaps even more so: being happy comes from feeling grateful for life.

There may be no better gateway to happiness than cultivating our gratitude.

Small service is true service while it lasts:Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one:The daisy, by the shadow that it casts,Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun.